grief

Grief

I hear steps
on the porch, but
she’s been gone for years now…

plums drop from wind-shook limbs,

each plum falling
like a stunned bird
with wings clicked shut.

My body stiffens with disappointment.
Bruised hearts fall to the ground.

What is wrong with me?

I see her again
behind the house walking
into the orchard where the trees
are full of angels—

what heaven must be.